’ He said to me, his voice deep and gravely. ‘Why thank you.’ I replied, taking a mojito out of his hand, ‘I happen to love seeing you in your...work clothes too.’ A smile spread across my face. He looked down at his worn blue button up and mid thigh khaki shorts. A snort escaped his lips. ‘Are you ever going to stop teasing me for that?’ He asked, taking a sip from his drink. ‘Am I? Probably not. I mean, come on! I didn’t even know you could make a living off of writing erotica until I met you.. "You're just poor, pathetic little Christian Wallace..." The body shrank even further but kept the over-all shape. " ... the pathetic loser who couldn't even get one of his sister's friends to go to his high school prom with him. The worm in man's clothing who, when he discovered he had the power to control people's minds, couldn't think of anything better to do with it than use it for sex. Oh, but then you found out the hard way that the effects didn't last, and the girl of your dreams woke up. Ahora quiero que me des una buena lamida de pies -, y con ello dirigi?sus bellos y hermosos pies a mi boca.Lam?su dedo gordo y el resto de sus dedos con entusiasmo. Me los llev? a la boca ylos chup? con abandono. Tambi?n pase mi lengua por su suela y por su empeine.Me esforc? por complacerla por completo. Repet? el trabajo con el otro pietambi?n. Mi Ama parec?a estar complacida.Mientraschupaba sus pies como si fueran chupetines, ella segu?a restregando su culo enmi verga, excit?ndome cada vez. He dropped them, picked them up again blushed crimson and handed them back to me. I smiled in resignation; could this day get any worse?Having seen him close up, he was handsome, athletic with an elegant style. He glanced at me, and I quickly looked away. Shit! Was I staring at him? What does he think of me, some drenched lunatic with sex toys? I could not help but to look again; he is hot, I thought, very hot. I looked away again wondering what was happening; I had never been with any man.